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plasticasshole) wrote2017-04-30 10:14 am
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[Connor smiles warmly at the song, and though he finds he relates to the words he's not sure he wants to talk about it here, with Rich, when some of those feelings are based on the SQUIP.]
I like your singing voice. And that song is sweet.
[He wonders if Rich thought of someone while singing it, too.]
I like your singing voice. And that song is sweet.
[He wonders if Rich thought of someone while singing it, too.]
I do...
[Absolutely, he does. L knows it by memory, because even the first time he read it, he couldn't forget it.]
It's long, though. And wandering, and tangent-ridden. I don't want to keep you, if you've somewhere to be.
[Absolutely, he does. L knows it by memory, because even the first time he read it, he couldn't forget it.]
It's long, though. And wandering, and tangent-ridden. I don't want to keep you, if you've somewhere to be.
O-Oh... uh, thanks? I'm really not that good, I mean, I'm still working on the lyrics...
[He must be thinking of someone if he's trying to actually write a song, rather than just play one that already exists. Not that Rich is exactly comfortable talking about it yet.]
[He must be thinking of someone if he's trying to actually write a song, rather than just play one that already exists. Not that Rich is exactly comfortable talking about it yet.]
[He seems even more impressed that Rich actually wrote it.]
You should give yourself more credit. You have a real talent there.
[And yes, that confirms that Rich is thinking of someone. Most definitely. He's curious.]
Who is the song for?
You should give yourself more credit. You have a real talent there.
[And yes, that confirms that Rich is thinking of someone. Most definitely. He's curious.]
Who is the song for?
Squip is completely taken away from Justine and she is not happy about it. She whines softly, pushing herself up to her elbows as she watches Connor take command of Squip. She pushes a hard flash of sexual frustration through their Bond knowing that it won't help to get Connor more worked up then he was.
"It's no fun if you don't include me. Why are you taking it away from me Connor?"
She lifted herself up enough to slide her hand into Squip's pants and gently war Connor for the right to stoke him. "I want to help him with this and you too."
She nipped playfully at Connor's forearm. "It's what I'm good at."
"It's no fun if you don't include me. Why are you taking it away from me Connor?"
She lifted herself up enough to slide her hand into Squip's pants and gently war Connor for the right to stoke him. "I want to help him with this and you too."
She nipped playfully at Connor's forearm. "It's what I'm good at."
[Justine gasps and sags gently against the bed as they both reach their climax. Her body is aching with the pleasant ebbing that had followed their release. Both sweet and fulfilling after everything that they had done.]
Oh Connor.
[She turns her head and presses a light kiss against his lips and then his cheek.]
I didn't know you could be so mean.
[It's incredibly hot.]
Oh Connor.
[She turns her head and presses a light kiss against his lips and then his cheek.]
I didn't know you could be so mean.
[It's incredibly hot.]
[Someone has had a little too much beer tonight when Connor wasn't looking because he'll get a great text that could only come from this type of moment.]
Hey Connor, are lobsters mermaids to scorpions?
Hey Connor, are lobsters mermaids to scorpions?
I highly doubt a scorpion understands the concept of a mermaid, Hank.
[And then, a minute later:]
You've been drinking, haven't you?
[And then, a minute later:]
You've been drinking, haven't you?
Just a little more than usual.
I promise it's not goes-down-on-the-floor-puking levels of beer.
Just
you know
the right amount to make you wonder shit like this
also it was a type of question that has no real answer like uh
when a tree falls to the ground but there's no one to hear it, does it make a sound?
I promise it's not goes-down-on-the-floor-puking levels of beer.
Just
you know
the right amount to make you wonder shit like this
also it was a type of question that has no real answer like uh
when a tree falls to the ground but there's no one to hear it, does it make a sound?
I'd feel it if you were.
[As it is, he doesn't feel strange right now so Hank can't be wasted or anything.]
I think you should lay off the beer for tonight. You're making less sense than usual.
[As it is, he doesn't feel strange right now so Hank can't be wasted or anything.]
I think you should lay off the beer for tonight. You're making less sense than usual.
Ahh right
sometimes i forget youd know
[It's not that he's all that drunk, more like the more he types, the less he wants to bother with proper punctuation.]
well i was done with this bottle
anyway its not a question of making sense or not
its supposed to be a philosophical question an cause you to think whats the other one uhhh
the sound of one hand clapping
sometimes i forget youd know
[It's not that he's all that drunk, more like the more he types, the less he wants to bother with proper punctuation.]
well i was done with this bottle
anyway its not a question of making sense or not
its supposed to be a philosophical question an cause you to think whats the other one uhhh
the sound of one hand clapping
Is this really what people ask themselves when they have nothing better to do?
[Seems pointless to him.]
If the question makes no sense, the answer won't make any sense either.
[Seems pointless to him.]
If the question makes no sense, the answer won't make any sense either.
excuse you
thats the type of wisdom that has come from philosophers and shit
or was it from an episode of a cartoon show
i forget
anyway thats the point
its a question without a real answer
or more like its supposed to open up your mind
think about the sound of a hand clapping and congrats
you heard the sound of a hand clapping without actually hearing the sound
thats the type of wisdom that has come from philosophers and shit
or was it from an episode of a cartoon show
i forget
anyway thats the point
its a question without a real answer
or more like its supposed to open up your mind
think about the sound of a hand clapping and congrats
you heard the sound of a hand clapping without actually hearing the sound
I don't think imagining a sound counts as hearing it.
[This is a really stupid conversation.]
Have you at least stopped drinking now? I don't want to have to find you and make you drink water.
[This is a really stupid conversation.]
Have you at least stopped drinking now? I don't want to have to find you and make you drink water.
guess it involves believing in it
[Wow you're the one who's' stupid, Connor. Stop being machine logic.]
yes mom im done with my bottle jesus christ last time i send you a message when i want to get philosophical
[Wow you're the one who's' stupid, Connor. Stop being machine logic.]
yes mom im done with my bottle jesus christ last time i send you a message when i want to get philosophical
oh fuk
sh it
connor holyyyffff
what did u o[Rich's text messages are pretty sloppy at the best of times, but they're nearly indecipherable now. He isn't sure what was happening, but one minute he was going about his business and the next it was like he was given a strong dose of Michael's premium grade stash.
He doesn't know why he assumes it's Connor. Justine is the one he's mainly bonded to, so it should be her. But it's been easy to be grumpy at the android for a lot of reasons, so he gets the first angry text.]
[Connor sends back a video, because typing is hard. He's on the floor, on his side, LED blinking a solid yellow.]
I couldn't read your text. What... what were you trying to say?
[His eye twitches. He's... obviously having some trouble.]
I couldn't read your text. What... what were you trying to say?
[His eye twitches. He's... obviously having some trouble.]
Mm... maybe. Not like it's going to get me anywhere, really.
[No one in his time gets famous anymore, so any dreams of actually starting a band seems like just asking for the opportunity to lose a lot of money...
The question makes him go even more red, clutching his guitar defensively.]
Wh-Who said it was for anyone?
[No one in his time gets famous anymore, so any dreams of actually starting a band seems like just asking for the opportunity to lose a lot of money...
The question makes him go even more red, clutching his guitar defensively.]
Wh-Who said it was for anyone?
It could here, maybe.
[He shrugs a little though, holding up his hands.]
Nobody. But you forget I'm a detective.
[Connor looks over at Rich knowingly.]
You don't have to tell me.
[He shrugs a little though, holding up his hands.]
Nobody. But you forget I'm a detective.
[Connor looks over at Rich knowingly.]
You don't have to tell me.
The SQUIP knew that this would end up happening-- that Justine would attempt to touch it as well, and the touch of her soft hand beside Connor's is very nice. It's never had the good fortune to have two partners fight for the honor of stroking it before, and it's more than okay with it--
-- but then Connor pushes it down onto the bed, between Justine's slim thighs, and it can't help but grin as it settles itself there, pressing fingers against her to spread her open before it.
"Don't worry, Justine," the SQUIP says, its voice warm and dark. "We haven't forgotten you."
And then it dips down to lap its tongue over her clit, the long fingers of its free hand wrapping around her thigh, fingertips pressing into the soft, fair skin.
-- but then Connor pushes it down onto the bed, between Justine's slim thighs, and it can't help but grin as it settles itself there, pressing fingers against her to spread her open before it.
"Don't worry, Justine," the SQUIP says, its voice warm and dark. "We haven't forgotten you."
And then it dips down to lap its tongue over her clit, the long fingers of its free hand wrapping around her thigh, fingertips pressing into the soft, fair skin.
Connor purses his lips as the SQUIP leans in to do as it’s told.
“I wasn’t taking anything away from you.”
Was she not listening to the conversation that just happened? Still, it’s hard to feel too annoyed by that when the SQUIP looks so good bent over and doing what he tells it. He casually starts to take off the apron, then unbuttons his shirt as his eyes fix hungrily on Justine. He shrugs out of the shirt and starts undoing his pants, and gently starts to tease himself.
He’s not really experienced in touching himself, but he knows what he likes by now. Whether Justine watches or not is one thing, but he puts on a show anyway, his fingers rubbing around the head of his cock and down the underside, his other hand moving between his legs to fondle his balls.
“I wasn’t taking anything away from you.”
Was she not listening to the conversation that just happened? Still, it’s hard to feel too annoyed by that when the SQUIP looks so good bent over and doing what he tells it. He casually starts to take off the apron, then unbuttons his shirt as his eyes fix hungrily on Justine. He shrugs out of the shirt and starts undoing his pants, and gently starts to tease himself.
He’s not really experienced in touching himself, but he knows what he likes by now. Whether Justine watches or not is one thing, but he puts on a show anyway, his fingers rubbing around the head of his cock and down the underside, his other hand moving between his legs to fondle his balls.
[Rich swaps to video too then, so Connor can see how utterly exhausted Rich looks. He's rubbing a hand through his hair and squinting red eyes at his watch, trying to see what's going on. Connor doesn't look like he's guilty of anything. It looks more like he was caught off guard as much as Rich was.]
I'm tryin' to ask what you did. Why am I feelin'... where'd you get kush, Connor?
[Why would a robot even have weed? How did he smoke it? So many questions. Rich zones out for a moment, overwhelmed by them all.]
I'm tryin' to ask what you did. Why am I feelin'... where'd you get kush, Connor?
[Why would a robot even have weed? How did he smoke it? So many questions. Rich zones out for a moment, overwhelmed by them all.]
[Rich raises an eyebrow at Connor, but at least this time, his suspicion is more teasing.]
What, you gonna sleuth out who I like, Sherlock Bot? Maybe I just wanted to write a love song. Love songs are popular.
[But why would he go with something popular when he's so anti-establishment?]
What, you gonna sleuth out who I like, Sherlock Bot? Maybe I just wanted to write a love song. Love songs are popular.
[But why would he go with something popular when he's so anti-establishment?]
Why would you assume I got you high? We aren't Bonded.
[He lifts his head, then decides better of it and lays back down again.]
I don't like this.
[He lifts his head, then decides better of it and lays back down again.]
I don't like this.
If it supposedly isn't going to get you anywhere, why does it matter if it's popular?
[He could have written about anything.]
I don't think you'd write a song about something you're not passionate about, anyway.
[He could have written about anything.]
I don't think you'd write a song about something you're not passionate about, anyway.
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